She is now married but still thinks about fucking me all the time, we are still in touch and her husband doesn’t know.So, getting to the story. This...was when we were 21. It had been about a year since we broke up and we had not spoken the whole time. One day, I got a message and it was from Natasha (my ex-girlfriend).Natasha: Hey. I was shocked because we hadn’t spoken in a year and she texted me. I wondered why she texted me.Jay: Hey.Natasha: How are you?Jay: Can we skip the bullshit? Why did. Jamie was hanging in there,trying to stroke back a few times as we found our 'style'..She seemed to like it in deep,only withdrawing a couple of inches, then back in. I wanted to pull back till just the head was in, then go back home. We decided on a dozen of each until one of us gives up. I was on the second dozen when Jamie screamed- “I-Im about to cumm again, but I'm not giving up,you know.” I nodded and sped up, letting her wring one out to take the edge off. It amazed me how quickly she. We're jostling the passengers around us, trying to free my hair and your clothing, drawing grumbles of complaint and annoyed looks, as the doors clatter closed and we're still stuck, my stop sliding away as the train moves on. I hear you curse, your voice a lovely, soft depth in my ears, and you finally laugh too, pulling me into the shelter of your arm and holding onto a strap with the other hand."Let's just get off at the next one and fix this mess, shall we?" you say, and I have to agree,. I made sure to find a place that allowed pets, because I thought I'd probably get a dog for company, down the road. My family always had at least one dog when I was growing up, and it always seemed to make a house more like a home. I figured it would be a larger breed... not one of my wife's dogs, those little mops-with-feet that she always preferred. This would be a "man's best friend" kind of dog, one you could horse around with, that would almost knock you over with excitement when you came.